I'm normally a pretty chill, laid back kind of person, but I'm not completely undisciplined. I have a rule that I always remember to follow no matter what. My rule saves me from a lifetime of heartbreak and misery that almost every human being that is capable of feeling something is doomed to. It's so simple that it only takes 4 words to say. Four simple words and yet some people still don't understand my rule. They question why and when and who and how. But they don't need to hear the story because all that they need to know is my one rule. They don't have to know what I felt or how it affected me. All that they have to remember is one small phrase. Four little words. Fourteen letters. And one big meaning behind those words.
Don't fall in love.
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Liz Haley was a normal girl. Well, not really. She got detention all the time, she was always late, and she partied every night. So no, she was not normal. She has a secret, one that she worked hard to cover up. She made a vow that she would never fall in love, and that was working perfectly. But when another boy comes into her life unexpectedly, she finds herself coming closer and closer to breaking her rules. Will she be able to hide her feelings, or will she break her rules?
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Logan Tyler is the bad boy. A bit cliché, yeah, but the truth. After tragedy struck right in front of his eyes when he was young, he pushes himself to his limits, both physical and emotional, in order to prevent it from happening again. But when a certain girl pops into his life and forces him to break his rules one by one, he finds himself falling in love. Can he continue following his rules and catch himself before he falls in to deep, or will history repeat itself?
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It would mean a lot to me if you gave my story a chance and read it, but beware that it might cause
>Excessive Laughing
>Extreme Fangirling
and
>Extra Smiling
Warning-This Story May Contain References to Rape, Fighting, Drinking, Suicide, and Sex (no smut)
The corner of his mouth tilts upward slightly.
I smile again.
A smile!?
A tiny one, but still.
"Hm. So I got you to smile, that's progress, yeah? Can I get your name now?"
I ask, swinging my feel a little.
He shakes his head shyly, his mouth not moving at all.
Geez! Why do I want to hear this dude talk so much?
"Okay, that's fine. I can give you a nickname."
I offer happily.
He looks up from his book, raising his eyebrows. I just stare for a moment.
He has nice eyes.
Pretty brown chocolate orbs.
They remind me so much of.......
"Teddy."
He shakes his head immediately, frowning.
"What, why not? You remind me of my old teddy bear. He was a good listener and he didn't talk much..... just like you."
I say softly, tilting my head.
He continues to shake his head.
I fold my arms, leaning back in my seat.
"Yeah, it's definitely sticking. Teddy.....It has a nice ring to it, yeah?"
He sighs, the first sound I have ever heard him make.
"No."
.
.
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*Jordan*
Teddy!?
Seriously!?
She gave me a fucking NICKNAME!?
What the hell does this girl want!?
I stuff my hands into my pockets, walking down the busy street.
Forget about her.
She's just a annoying pretty girl, she'll go away.
Everybody does.
She HAS to go away.
*Spoiler alert*: she doesn't.
Don't get close to people or they'll end up getting hurt.
That's my mindset.
I've been through enough of that.
This girl doesn't belong in my world anyway.
She's too innocent.
*Mature content*
{Just a quick update, I am basically rewriting the story. I wrote it when I was in 8th grade and it makes me cringe every time I try to go back and edit it so keep in mind that it'll get better}